"Holy army, father of saints, head of angels, great Light, bless us over tyrannical power and ruler of darkness..."

The bearded and white bishop knelt before a cross carved from white marble and recited a prayer to the light in syllables that trembled to the point of blur.

Behind him was the cathedral in the emptiest air, the shadows swallowed everything in the darkness, the screams in his ears were far away, and the silence around him was terrible.

The bishop's legs were still trembling, and just a quarter of an hour earlier, a demonic man had burst into the church, killed the knights of the guards, and then rushed into the midst of the priests and began to slaughter.

He had already sent a distress message to the king of the Kingdom of Blackcastle, and he did not know if the help would arrive in time.

Perhaps, even if they arrived, it would not help," the bishop thought sadly. He could still recall the scene that had just happened, when the most powerful high-ranking knight in the entire church was pinched in the palm of his hand like a chicken by that man, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a pulp.

The "creaking" sound of the door opening in the empty church startled the bishop, followed by the crisp sound of footsteps.

"Pap, papa", from far to near, not in a hurry.

"The Holy Army of the Great Light, the Father of the Saints, the Head of the Angels."

The bishop got up from the ground, chanting louder and louder, leaning towards the cross behind him, as if this would give him a little insignificant security.

Finally, a slender and tall figure slowly emerged from the darkness in front of the bishop's eyes.

He was a very handsome young man, with fair skin, soft chestnut hair, and that kind of green and shy smile on his face, which made people think of the golden wheat field and the little son of the baron's family.

The bishop, however, cried out as if he had seen a demon: "Who are you?.. No matter who you are, you will not escape the judgment of the Light and the judgment of the Knights. ”

"Dear bishop, do not be afraid, please relax. The boy stretched out his hand as if to soothe the bishop's agitation, but it was clearly counterproductive, and the bishop treated the boy like a snake and scorpion, and even though there was no room behind him, he stepped back frantically.

Because he had seen with his own eyes that it was these hands that pulled out the hearts of many congregants.

The young man smiled, and his demeanor was as elegant as the most standard aristocrat.

"I just want to ask you a little bit of something. ”

Ten minutes later, Carlo got what he wanted.

He threw the bishop's terrified head to the ground and wiped the blood from his hands.

In front of him was a roll of parchment with yellowed edges, spread out, which recorded that twenty years earlier, the Holy See had sent four cardinals to personally baptize a baby girl named Cinderella.

And this baby girl is just the identity of an ordinary businessman's daughter.

Carlo's eyes showed joy, after killing Oliver and the others, he washed the churches of the two kingdoms in a row, but found nothing, and finally found what he was looking for in the third place.

If you don't guess wrong, this baby girl should be the child of divine grace, but I don't know which fairy tale the protagonist is.

Beauty and the Beast? It doesn't seem to be, the heroine's name should be Belle, what else?

Carlo thought as he spread his demonic wings and flew out of the church, and at his feet, a galloping flaming dragon rushed into the hellish church on earth, and it was the arrival of the King's guards in Blackburg.

...

In the dark basement, the flames flickered, and the faint light barely illuminated the space.

Two strong men were tied to a stake, and they struggled and cursed frantically, and their mouths kept spitting out all kinds of filthy and vulgar words.

In front of the two of them, stood a woman dressed in a black robe, with smooth and beautiful brown hair, and a smooth and fair bare neck, but her face seemed to have been burned by flames, and her flesh was twisted together, ugly and terrifying.

The woman was throwing a large number of strange and strange things such as the left ear of a black cat, the eyes of a frog, the legs of a spider, and so on into a cauldron where the flames burned, and the liquid in the cauldron boiled and bubbled, changing from blood-red to dark blue, and then to disgusting dark green.

The woman picked up a long wooden spoon and scooped up a spoonful of green liquor, like a cook tasting the soup she had just made.

She nodded in satisfaction and extinguished the flames.

"How's it going?" a coquettish voice suddenly sounded, and Sophia, who was white and dressed in a black dress and had bright red lips, appeared in the secret room.

"You'll know if you try it. Talia spoke in a cold tone.

Sophia glanced at the man who had long since stopped struggling, and the momentary charm made the two perverts show obsessive expressions.

"This is already the thirteenth batch. Now the mercenaries outside have sensed the wind and are hiding like rats. In the future, I may have to use my guards. ”

Talia was unmoved, "This time it can be successful." ”

"Oh, is it?" said Sophia, her delicate lips like rose petals, "and that's what you said twelve times before. ”

Ignoring him, Talia scooped up a spoonful of green liquid and headed towards one of the mercenaries.

"What do you want to do?" the man cried out in horror, then scolded, "You damn ugly woman, stinky cousin, slut... Get away from me. ”

Talia roughly cracked the man's mouth open and poured a whole spoonful of green liquid down his throat.

The man who drank the green liquid made a screeching sound like a duck being choked by the neck, his facial features twisted together, and his expression was extremely painful.

Does it really taste that bad?, Talia said something to herself, and then slashed his neck with a knife.

The next step is to verify the success of the agent.

Talia's lips quivered, and she spat out one strange syllable after another.

"Ghoul Magic!"

A gray light emanated from her hand and landed on the dead man's body.

The next moment, the man's corpse moved, his skin quickly festered, and one after another green pus bubbled out, the pustules ruptured, and a pungent stench emanated.

"Uh.." The ghost-like man let out a low roar from the bottom of his throat, violently broke the rope on his body, and then...

Bite at your terrified companion next to you.

"Ahh

Moments later, two ghouls appeared on the field.

"Wow~" Sophia pretended to cover her mouth exaggeratedly, "You actually succeeded." ”

Talia glanced at her, but didn't speak.

A week earlier, Talia had killed the Bishop of the Kingdom of Lore, and on the same day, the king of the kingdom had died violently, and Princess Sophia had succeeded to the throne as queen.

By chance, the two women get together, and the viper and the scorpion meet.

Sofia shares with Talia the "Legacy of the Witch Carabosse" found in her stepmother's room. It has to be said that Talia is indeed a wizard genius, and she has whimsically improved the "ghoul technique" based on the knowledge on Caraboss's notes, combined with the demonic magic that Carlo taught her.

A ghoul spell that can spread like a plague, spread on its own, and moreover, it is more poisonous and the corpse is more powerful.

"I suggest you start with the Kingdom of Bauhints next to it. Sophia spoke, "I heard that their king died not long ago, and now it is as chaotic as a slum, and it is the best place to nourish the pain." ”

Talia nodded silently, and suddenly asked, "When are you going to go to war with the Holy See?"

Sophia had a wicked smile on her face, "Then it depends on when your army of ghouls will take shape?"

Now Carlo doesn't know that his two "maids" have already begun to discuss how to brush up on his experience.